غزل شمارهٔ 21

Sleeper, rise thou up, and fast! Once again upon the past and the future fix thy gaze; Thou must think on other ways.

Love hath laid his heavy load on Time’s saddle to the road: Art thou lover? In thy need eve and dawn must be thy steed.

Elder said, ‘This world below in no certain gait doth go; we must close our eyes, nor care what is foul herein, or fair.

‘If, the world being wholly spurned, unto Him thy mind is turned, first of all the things to do is thy own life to forgo.’

‘Ah, within my heart’, said I, ‘yet unbroken idols lie’: ‘Then this temple’, answered he, ‘must be shattered utterly!’